Inventory

>look
You are in a dusty alcove. Nearby is something that ate your birthday cake.

>check inventory
You are carrying:
A Manna Potion
An incomplete printout listing all 9 billion names of god
A temporary restraining order for the person of your choosing
A copy of Bridge Over the River Why a self-help book by Colonel Alec Nicholson
The Question to the Ultimate Answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything
An earthworm
A Beer Bottle filled with Seawater
A compass (the circle-drawing kind)
A Mint Copy of Action Comics #2 (not the good one)
A flaming bag of dog poop

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